Contractor Max Moretti knows that once he turns over the keys on his latest project, he and his business partner Noah McNaughton will have to say goodbye to shy but sexy house flipper, Hayley O’Connell. Something neither he nor Noah are ready for. When Max overhears Hayley discussing a ménage fantasy, Max wonders if she’s the woman they’ve always wanted. With Noah’s help, Max constructs a plan to find out if Hayley is their Miss Right or just Miss Right Now…
Being sandwiched between the two sexy construction workers introduces Hayley to pleasure she’d never known before, but watching the two men care for each other quickly becomes an addiction. An addiction that both intrigues and overwhelms her.
One passion-filled night turns into two, and Max and Noah find themselves faced with a bigger challenge than revealing their sexy secrets to Hayley—convincing her that forever is better with three.
“Absolutely awesome anthology….a definite must read for any romance lover….I just couldn’t put this book down.” ~ Terri, Night Owl Reviews
Copyright 2015 © Leah Braemel
As they got within sight of his truck, he hit unlock on the key fob. He’d intended to reach past her to open her door, but instead he found himself leaning in, lowering his head until their foreheads nearly touched. The perfume she’d put on earlier had nearly worn off, but the hint of it teased his nostrils, as did the view of a lacy pink bow on her bra.
Her breath hitched and heat poured off her, the air between them crackling. She flattened her hands over his chest, sliding one slim finger through the opening between buttons. “Do you know how often I’ve fantasized about doing this?”
Oh really? The idea that she might have been picturing him instead of Dipwad sent a blast of pleasure through him. “Yeah?”
“For months.” Her tongue made another appearance and her lids fluttered down, hiding her eyes. “How come you’ve not even kissed me yet?”
It was the yet that had Max threading his fingers through her hair to cup the back of her head. The yet that had him capturing her lips. Her breath was warm on his cheek as she sighed and sank into the kiss, opening her lips, allowing him entrance. She tasted of merlot and the apple crisp they’d served for dessert, but beneath it was a promise of something more. Of acceptance, of love. A promise that he vowed he would not let slip through his fingers.
Max placed his hands on her hips, and slid one hand beneath her silk shirt touching the bare skin of her midriff. “Did you imagine me touching you like this?”
“Yes.” Her answer came out on a sigh as her eyes fluttered closed. “And more.”